Title: Inside Out
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Buffy/Spike, Clem
Rating: PG-13 / Teens
Length: 300 (Google Docs)
Content notes: none
Spoilers/Setting: Set in a post-series / post-comics future
Summary: Patrol night with the new Slayers has unpleasant consequences for Buffy
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Author notes: none

Challenge: #432 - Open
Also for: Prompt #17 - Grouchy by emotion100

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With a loud grunt, Buffy marched into the house she shared with Spike, slammed the door shut, and stormed into the living room, tossing her Scythe on the floor.
“Hello, hun. Why so grouchy?” Spike asked her from the couch where he was playing video games with Clem.
“Shania threw up all over me on the drive back in the Slayer van!” she groused.
Spike scrunched his nose. “Yeah, I can smell that.”
Clem waved shyly at her. “Er… hello, Buffy.”
“Hi, Clem. Sorry for the drama.”
He waved it off. “Oh, not at all. It’s your house. Rant away!”

The loose-skinned demon then addressed Spike, asking, “Who’s Shania?”
“One of the bitty Slayers,” was Spike’s answer. “What happened, luv? She got car sick?”
“Nope. She got all queasy because we cracked a demon’s skull open during patrol,” she explained, sighing. “But instead of hurling right there, she decided it was best to do that later. In a van cram-full of Slayers.”
Spike walked up to her and rubbed her arms soothingly. “Maybe she wanted to look tough, but lost the battle with her stomach.”
Buffy shrugged. “I guess.”
“Why don’t you take a nice bath? I’ll make hot cocoa.”

Buffy’s pout turned upwards. “With the little marshmallows? Like mom used to make it?”
Spike smirked. “That goes without saying.”
“Oh, er… is that a romantic thing for two?” asked Clem, meekly. “I—I’d love some cocoa.”
Buffy smiled, looking at him from over Spike’s shoulder. “You’re welcome to stay, Clem.”
“Thank you, Buffy. I’ll… I’ll help clean up the kitchen,” he offered.
“A’right, we can discuss that later,” said Spike. “Now go take that bath before I’m the next to lose the contents of my stomach.”
“Hey!” she protested.
“I love you, and it’s not your fault, but you reek!”